I quickly changed into the blouse, intending to check myself out in the mirror outside. However, I was unable to reach the zipper at the back.
“Emma, could you help with the zip?” I called out quietly.
I heard the sound of footsteps from outside and turned my back toward the entrance.
The curtain was pulled open.
“Zip it up, quickly. I can’t reach the zipper,” I continued.
Emma did not say a word. However, a warm palm landed on the small of my back, feeling for the zipper.
I froze right away.
This person was not Emma at all!
The surface of the hand that was pressed against my back was rough. This was not Emma’s hand!
There was no way her hand would be this coarse. It could not possibly belong to a female.
This was…
“Who are you?” I demanded.
Whoever it was behind me did not say
